A/N: Hey all! Ready for a few more chapters with Politicalward and his Britishella?

Before I finished TCL, I promised I'd write a couple of outtakes to the story. I wrote the first one, EPOV of Ch. 1, which I thought was really important because it showed the difference between what Bella was thinking in that fateful bathroom meeting as opposed to what Edward was thinking. I then figured that the Ch. 3 EPOV wasn't really necessary because you guys would basically be able to tell from the Ch.1 EPOV what he was thinking in Ch. 3.

So…after TCL ended I received many reviews and pms from readers telling me they wished they would've been able to read Edward's experience through the pregnancy with the twins, since he'd missed out on the Ellie pregnancy. Therefore, I decided that would be a better outtake.

As some of you may have heard me say, I am a wordy beeyotch. This was supposed to be a one-shot, but almost as soon as I started writing, I realized there was no way I was going to be able to fit everything in a one shot. I wanted to include interactions with the other characters, to see how they as well got to where they were in the TCL epilogue. Rather than rushing through it, I decided to turn it into a short story. :)

***THIS WILL BE 10 CHAPTERS, ONE FOR EACH MONTH OF PREGNANCY PLUS AN EPILOGUE, POSTED DAILY***

Enjoy!

Most characters belong to S. Meyer.

Betad by the lovely Michelle Renker Rhodes.

Thanks to Ceci Lolypowski for the GORGEOUS story banner. 3

Month 1 (JUNE) – MORNING SICKNESS, BACK RUBS AND DREAMS OF THE FUTURE

I wake to the sound of vomiting – really loud vomiting; the kind I used to hear from my fellow troops after a weekend in Kandahar had gotten a bit out of hand. Eyes still closed, I reach over for my wife.

My hand skims warm, soft sheets…before coming up empty.

"Bella?"

More loud gagging erupts from the bathroom – and it hits me that Bella is, in all likelihood, the one in there puking like a soldier on leave.

"Shit," I mutter, raking a hand down my face. "Bella!"

I lunge out of bed and sprint to the bathroom, where sure enough I find my wife leaning over the toilet and expelling what seems to be everything including her vital organs.

Not knowing what else to do, I curl my hands around her shoulders, which rise and fall with each continuous heave. She stops for about ten seconds, and I breathe a sigh of relief.

Right before she starts up again.

"Alright, I'm calling the doctor."

Bella grabs my arm in a death grip, nails digging into tendons.

"Wait," she manages to choke out before heaving once more.

Then she stops.

I hold my breath for about half a minute this time while we both remain perfectly still. Only when she flushes the toilet and moves to the sink do I allow myself to breathe again.

Bella eyes me through the mirror and chuckles, prepping her toothbrush as if she hadn't just scared the ever living shit out of me. I watch her brush her teeth thoroughly, spit into the sink and wipe her mouth. When she turns around, lifting herself on her toes to slide her arms around my neck, she smiles.

"Good morning, handsome Husband."

"What do you mean 'good morning'?" I growl, laying my palm across her forehead. She swats it away.

"No fever, thank God, but I'm still calling the doctor."

Bella sighs. "It's five in the morning, Edward. You can't call the doctor for every little thing for the next nine months. He'll end up hating us and refuse to deliver this baby."

"First of all, watch me. Second, I don't consider you retching your brains out every morning a little thing."

"Edward, Love," - her smile widens and despite the pallor of her skin, her dark eyes sparkle - "this is morning sickness. I've explained this to you, and I promise you, I'm quite alright."

"I know it's morning sickness. I've read about it. I just don't think it's supposed to be this vicious."

Bella snorts and sidesteps me, walking backwards into our bedroom.

I follow her right out, armed with information because I have read up on this and I know what I'm talking about.

I think.

When she throws herself over our bed on her stomach, I sit next to her and massage her bare shoulders - the way the book says to do - digging my fingers gently into her warm, soft skin.

She moans, and despite the vomiting from a few, short minutes ago, the sound goes straight to my cock.

"Oh, Love, you're so good at that," Bella breathes.

A small smile creeps over my mouth as I allow her relaxed breaths to calm me.

"Edward, this is going to be the longest pregnancy in the history of pregnancies if you get so nervous for every little thing," she chuckles. "You think this is bad, you should've seen me with Ellie! Rose had to stand behind me every morning for what felt like hours upon hours and hold my hair back. By the time I was done, it felt like I had nothing left inside me. But by mid-afternoon I'd be perfectly fine for the rest of the day."

I try to picture her back then, the way she must've looked; the way she must've felt. My young, innocent Bella finding herself pregnant and alone after what I left her thinking was just a weekend fuck. In my mind's eye, I do it all differently and suddenly it's me there with her, in camouflage, desert boots, buzz cut and all. It's the way things should've been. I see me holding her hair back, not Rose.

"I wish I would've been there for you the first time around, with our daughter."

She flips herself over and sits up, taking my hand and weaving our fingers together, gazing at me.

"I wish you would've been there too," she smiles wistfully, guiding our hands to her still-flat stomach. I draw in a deep sigh. "But you're here now, though I know it won't make up for the moments you missed with Ellie, for any of us."

"I'm sorry if I'm being a bit overbearing, Bella, but despite the damn book's title, I have no idea what to expect here."

She chuckles. "You're not being overbearing, Edward. I enjoy you taking care of me."

My head dips down to her level so I can press my mouth to hers; soft lips mold around mine.

"I like it when you fill in the blanks for me."

"Then I'll do so as much as I can," she murmurs, absorbing my bottom lip between hers right before wrapping her arms around my neck again and pulling me down over her.

"Whoa!" I chuckle. "I thought you were exhausted last night, and the book says your energy level won't be-"

"That was last night, Edward, and the hell with the book."

When she slips her minty tongue deep into my mouth, the book is quickly forgotten.

Our mouths move together fervently, tongues clashing and twisting around one another. Without parting those sweet lips from mine, she reaches for my boxers and pushes them down, wrapping her warm hand around my now-hardened cock while she sucks on my tongue and fuuuck...

When I can once again make sounds I groan into her mouth, pushing down her own little shorts and skimming my hands down her smooth hips. She quickly lifts them off the mattress to help me.

"Mmm, I missed having this inside me last night," she breathes, stroking me from base to tip with one hand, while the other plays with and rolls my balls around.

"You have no idea how much it missed being inside you," I groan.

"From the size of it right now, I think I may have a pretty good idea," she chuckles.

And with no fanfare, she spreads her legs wide and I thrust inside her.

"Uhhh," I exhale. "God, Bella…"

"Mmmm," she moans her agreement, reaching for her tank top and flinging it off somewhere. I do the same to mine while we try to maintain the rhythm we've already developed. Once everything is off, she wraps her legs around me and arches her back so that our bodies are flush against each other. Her breasts are at my eye level so I suck a nipple into my mouth and she cries out. I grip her hands over her head and with every thrust, they sink deeper and deeper into the pillow. She's so wet this morning that I not only feel but hear her sweet juices every time our hips meet and retract.

"Yes, Edward, yes…God yes…"

Switching both her hands into one of mine, I use the other to lift her leg higher, cradling it in the crook of my arm. When I push in even deeper, we both cry out quietly because we have an eight year old sleeping a few rooms down.

"Are you sure this is okay?" I manage to ask through the haze of sex clouding my brain. "I mean, the book says it's okay, but I don't want to hurt the-"

"Please forget the book, Love," Bella pleads. "The baby is safe. This is good; so, so good…"

She lifts the leg I'm holding higher, resting it on my shoulder.

"Fuck!" I hiss, taking her other leg and putting it on my other shoulder. I'm in so deep. Our tongues tangle together frantically while I drive into her faster, the need for more friction building. When I look down between us, I can see myself moving in and out and it looks so fucking-

All of a sudden, she drops her legs and puts her palms on my chest, pushing me away.

Panting, I sit up over my legs; dazed, confused and abruptly terrified that in my uncontrolled fervor I've hurt her and our unborn baby.

But Bella flips over, lifting herself up on her hands and knees and sticking her perfect, round ass up in the air for me.

"Take me like this now," she orders, her naked body swaying back and forth as she waits.

I unleash a low groan and a long gust of air through narrowed lips because she knows what this does to me; it's primal urge and instinct that guide me when she's spread out this way. My heart pounds in my chest. All I see is her sweet, plump ass narrowing into her small waist, the perfect curve of her back, every dip and groove of her spine, her long hair splaying like a dark curtain all around her...

I spread my hands over either side of her ass and sink in deep.

"Ungh!" Bella cries.

Sucking in a sharp breath of air through my teeth, I still my movements for a second, trying with all my might not to come yet because she feels so fucking good, so unbelievably tight from this angle.

My forehead creases in pure concentration, nostrils flaring because I will not fucking come yet. I'm going to enjoy this and make sure she enjoys it for all it's worth.

"You ready, Baby?"

"Yes, Edward. Yes. Please."

For the next few minutes, our lovemaking is frantic; it always is when she's on all fours for me. I pound into her over and over, pulling back slowly to make her feel it and then thrusting in fast. She moans and begs and pleads while her breasts bounce back and forth. When I lean down and grip one inside my palm, kneading it with my fingers, playing with her swollen nipple, she whimpers. Arching her back again, she lifts one arm back and around to wrap around my neck, pulling my chest flush with her back. She turns her head sideways and our mouths meet desperately. When I feel her walls clench around me, I trail my hand down her smooth skin and stomach until I find her sweet, swollen clit.

She cries out once more and holds herself tightly against me while her hips gyrate with mine, her spine curved against my chest as she squeezes me from the inside over and over.

"Fuck!" I grab her hips and ram into her, letting go.

"Oh God, Edward! Yes!"

"Yeah, Baby. Yeah, Bella…"

My now erratic movements slow…slow…slow…and then still.

Five minutes later, she's fast asleep next to me, snoring lightly. When I hear our daughter open her bedroom door down the hall, I tuck Bella in around the covers, give her a soft kiss on her forehead, and get up.

OOOOOOOOOO

"Mommy is still sleeping?" Elizabeth asks after breakfast.

We're sitting together on the sofa enjoying a rare, lazy Saturday morning. Normally, Elizabeth would be at soccer practice, and I'd be either there with her and Bella or campaigning for the New York Governor's seat up for grabs in November. But I asked Jasper and the rest of my staff to clear my schedule for today, and kept Elle home for the morning.

It's only been a few days since we found out that Bella is pregnant, and I want to enjoy a full, relaxed weekend with my family: my wife, my daughter, and the bun in the oven. I don't need to worry about PAC committees, fundraisers and commercials today.

I look down at our daughter. Everyone says she's Cullen through and through, but I see so much of Bella in her: the way her eyes sparkle right in the middle, the slight lift of her nose, the shape of her face, the silky texture if not the color of her hair. My heart still swells at the knowledge that I have them in my life now – that soon, we'll have another beautiful child and I'll be able to see Bella reflected in yet another being we created together, and that this time I'll get to experience every step.

And we sure as hell have fun creating them.

"Mommy is a bit…knocked out this morning," I grin. "Let's let her rest a bit longer, and then this afternoon, we'll go visit Nanny Esme. How does that sound?"

"That sounds cool!" Elizabeth agrees.

She makes me snort out loud. "Cool" is a new word that Elizabeth has come home with recently. Everything is "cool." There's no trace of her English accent left. Sometimes it makes me wistful for those days when I first met her, for that sweet elongation of her words and the way the end of every sentence would sound like a question.

"Ah you my Dadday?" I hear in my memory, in that tiny little cockney accent…

She senses me watching her and angles her head sideways to look at me.

"What, Daddy?" she asks with a patient smile.

"Nothing," I shrug, and then I pull her in close to me, tousling the top of her hair. "Have I told you lately how much I love you?"

She giggles, her green eyes sparkling. "Last night when you tucked me in and I love you too, Daddy."

She turns her attention back to the movie on the screen and snuggles in closer to me, the two, small bears I gave her when we first met cradled in the crook of her arm. A long sigh escapes me.

It's been two years since I found out about her existence, since her mother exploded back into my life – and I still can't believe I was given this second chance, that we were all given a second chance.

And now, we're being given yet another one.

We haven't told Elizabeth, or anyone for that matter, about the baby yet. The book says you can announce the news whenever you'd like, but it's generally safer to wait until the first trimester is over.

I want to shout it out from the top of the Freedom Tower.

Bella says that's probably not a good idea just yet, and the book says to do whatever the expecting mom wants.

So for now, we'll wait and keep this beautiful being a secret between the both of us.

A quiet grin spreads across my face.

Yeah, other than a little bit of morning sickness, these next few months are bound to be grand.

A/N: Thoughts?

So pregnancy is grand? Oh poor, delusional Politicalward. In his defense, he wasn't around the first time Bella was pregnant and so seems to be a bit…misinformed. :)

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